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FEBRUARY 1911
THE STUDENT STORE
READY fOf SPRING
ur display of Choice Clothes for Men, O Boys and Children and our new Head wear and exclusive Toggery, are all in the full bloom of Spring freshness, and we cor dially invite you here to see the Season's Choicest Outfitting.
Howell Brothers
Logan's Foremost Clothiers WILL & ' ARRY have opened a First-class CAFE AND BAKERY
At the Cozy Corner. We cater to Banqu ets and Parties at low prices.
COZY CORNER CAFE & BAKERY
Here's to the A. C. Girl, Who wears "blue" shoes, Who drinks our Sodas And refuses "boose."
She's a "Booster for the Royal Confectionery Both Phones. 85 North Main DELICATE SKINS Easily roughened and irritated by expo sure to the weather, become smooth and velvety with our COLD CREAM It is healing and protective and a perfect skin food. 25c to $1.00. Free sample for the ask ing at "The Rexall Store." RITER BROS. DRUG Co.
THE CO-OP DRUG COMPANY
Wish to call your attention to their fountain service. Hot and cold drinks are being served in a way that will please you. THE PRESCRIPTION STORE
14 WEST CENTER STREET Mostly About Hats
College Hats Black Crushers White Crushers Gray Crushers Derby Hats Soft Hats, all shapes
All sizes and shapes are in cluded in our big 1911 Spring Showing
They are all here now, so if you are particular about your ha t come early
STETSON HATS, $4.00 UP. No NAME HATS, $3.25 WOOL AND CRUSHERS, 75c TO $2.00 THE MORRELL CLOTHING COMPANY
THE LOGAN THEATRE
First-class Show. New Independent Pictures. Best Illustrated Songs Best of Music No disappointments
SOUTH SIDE CENTER STREET
WHITE HOUSE HOTEL SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH
Only two blocks from all Mormon interests Street cars from all depots without change Rates, Single 50 cts., 75 cts., and $1.00
J. G. SCOTT, Proprietor. A Convenient and Desirable Place to Stop in Salt
Lake City l The Kenyon Hotel
Located in the very center of the city. Remodeled and newley furnished in 1910
RATES $1.00 AND UPWARD
Headquarters for A. C. U. Students
SWEET SIXTEEN
Appreciates a gift of a nice box of Chocolates You find the girl and we can tell you where to get the candy. :
MUKDOCK CANDY COMPANY
/ / Have your Photos taken at The RABE STUDIO
AND BE SATISFIED
The Highest A ward 1909 STUDENT LIFE LITERARY ISSUE
CONTENTS
IN HONOR OF W ASHlNGTON 'TWAS EVER THUS WHAT HAPPENED TO DAWSON LINCOLN AND POEM EDITORIALS WHAT MIGHT BE POEM.-TO THE QUITTER
FEBRUARY NUMBER 1911 m m m ~
mOt ,2:) . m\\Iii The young Johnsons immediately formed in a circle and began dancing and singing at the tOils of their voices; "Dis am George Washington's Birfday'" 31n i!1onnr of lIanl1tngtnu
"Well, Phylis, what we gwine name de chile? 'Pears to me we done used 'bout all de names dat's common 'round dese parts. Dar's Willum arter ole massa, and 'Lizabeth arter de missus, and Mary Ann like de cook, and Tom and Sam and Phoebe and Ephraim and M'ria. It's compuls'ry dat we 'cide on de name dis bery day, fo' de preache's turn comes hea' tomorrow." So saying Uncle Mose Johnson drew a stool close up to "de chile" and be gan fiercely rocking the cradle. The sudden move ment startled the youngster and he began to ki~k and scream-enhancing the contrast of the white eyes and scarlet mouth, which seemed to occupy about half the facial area, with the dark, shiny, well oiled skin. Uncle Mose rocked more fiercely than ever in order to quell the storm. "Sho' nuf, dis chile sert'n'y bab mos' wonderful lung 'pacity. He can make mos' as much noise a~ Marse Taft when eh come to Verginy last year and talked to de people frum de big stan'. 'Pears to me dis chile hab got a nose mos' like Marse Taft, and when he cry he gesticulates wid he hands jes like de great polytitions when dey's all worked up. 'Pears to me, Phylis, we'se got a chile dat's wonder ful, special to mos' de niggas in Verginy." H is speech was cut short by the boom of a can non whereat he picked up the infantile prodigy and rushed to the door of the cabin followed by Phylis, frying pan in hand. A series of calicoed, bare footed, kinky-crowned youngsters came running from every direction toward the cabin door to dis- . cover the "signication" of the disturbance and prin cipally to feel out of danger. 2, STUDENT LIFE
The dusky group stood at the little cabin door gazing off in the direction the sound came from. Away out toward the east a thin line of smoke could be seen rising and a large red, white and blue flag was waving from a tall flag pole. "Sho' nuf, Mose, dat am ober ,on Marse George Washington's plantation. ·Why, chilrin, dis am de birfday ob Gen'} George Washington. It am fur a fac." And Aunt Phylis turned to enter the cabin, while close upon her heels and hanging to the am ple folds of her checkered skirt trooped the series of Johnson juniors. She hunted up a calendar and with the assistance of Uncle Mose satisfied the family that it was the 22nd of February. The young Johnsons immediately formed in a circle on the bare cabin floor and began dancing, singing at the tops of their voices, "Dis am George Washing ton's birfday! Dis am George Washington's birf day," in remembrance of a celebration they had at tended the year before. Uncle Mose got down his banjo and picked off, "Where Potomac's stream is flowing, Virginia's valley through, Where the white-sailed ships are going Sailing to the ocean blue." And the youngsters heartily joined in, roBing their eyes and opening their mouths to the widest extremity, each trying to outdo the rest in noise. But "de chile" was still unnamed, and the preacher's arrival was growing more and more im minent. "Chilrin," says Aunt Phylis, "what shall we name de baby?" Eight black little faces looked puz· zled and serious; eight dirty hands scratched eight woolly heads. Suddenly young Sam's face bright· ened up, his big eyes sparkled as he said, "I'se got it, mammy, I'se got it fur a fac'. Supposin' we name him George Washington." "Dat's de bery name," came in a chorus from the crowd. "It 'pears to me he's a mighty likely chile to be 28 STUDENT LIFE
named arter George Vvashington. He gwine be a great man, dis chile am, he hab got a nose mos' like Marse Taft-he kin move he hands like dem big preachers, and it 'pears to me his head looks like de picture of Gen'l ''lashington dat hangs in Marse \I'/illum's parlor. Dat am he name. He gwine be like Marse George vVashington," and Aunt Phylis in an optical illu sion surveyed with great satisfac tion the promising nose and forehead and active hands of her latest arrival-George V/ashington Johnson. -Ida I-[o
The moonlight fell in lazily shifting patches through the great old trees that stood at the gate of Joshua King's little country-town home. The soft light, breathing semimentality, suggested, of course, that the two figures standing in the half shadow with the gate between them were lovers. But alas, the girl's head was thrown back in a most irritatingly defiant man ner-and Sylvester Hall was not especially noted for his smooth temper. All he audibly said was : "Nell, do he reasonable. It is so silly to quarrel now with our wedding day only a little more than two weeks away!" "Well, I don't care if it were tomorrow, Sylves ter Hall. You are not my husband yet and you have no right to get angry if I choose to allow Jim to take me to the dance." "Surely, Nell, you understand how it is here in Kent. Here everyone takes such a personal inter est in our affairs that it makes me the laughing stock of the town." The clear tone grew almost bitter as he added, "I have heard more than one person say, 'Did you see Nell with Jim last night;' Poor Syl must be blind as a bat to allow that sort . of thing so late in the game.''' "I don't care what they say. It's none of their 29 STUDENT LIFE business," declared N ell in a resolut e tone which implied that she knew she was wrong, but didn't intend to shift her ground. "'vVell, it ought not to be, but they make it their business and as long as I have to live here I'd rather not have their pity." The last word was spoken \vit.h such force and bitterness that Nell could not help understanding how deeply his pride had suf fered. But she was not ready to give in; in fact, she was waiting for him to do that, as he had done in several minor quarrels. "Oh, it is of yourself you are thinking," Nell was perfectly aware how cruel this was. "Yes," he said slowly, forced to admit the fact, "I care that much about what people say, and you think of some plan to escape from the scorching criticism which she knew would be heaped upon her head when the town gossips should have become aware of the fact that Sylvester Hall and Nell King had "quit" just two weeks before the wedding day. She thought of running away. She didn't have s ufficient money of her own and she knew that her parents would have slight sympathy when they heard of it, so she reluctantly admitted to herself that that was impossible. She thought of pretend ing a serious illness which would delay the wedding day. That wouldn't do. Syl might think she was heart-broken over him and she'd rather die. She t hought of marrying J im, as he wanted her to, but somehow or other Jim as a substitute for Sylvest.er didn't appeal to her. All the w hile the idea of telling Syl she was sorry never entered her head. She couldn't bring herself «down to that" and she knew Syl well enough to know that for once she had gone too far for him to l1lake the first advances. During the clay she re t urned t.he engagement ring to Sylvester by her small brother, who was too young to ask questions. * .,' * "Jack, Syl's busy tonight, can't you take me down to Mag's? She said she would never forgive me if I didn't come tonight." Nell's face betrayed at once that fa lsehoods were unusual with her. "vVhy, yes, Sis, I'd rather go with you than go alone, but-Gee, Sis, it will spoil it all-1 say, isn't Syl going to be there?" "I don't know; he may come later on if he gets through." She t urned her head quickly that her face might not make Jack suspect "what was up." "If that isn't just our luck," Jack muttered as he wheeled around to brush his hair before the kitchen mirror. Jack was singularly silent and wor ried as the two neared Mag Timmon's home. Nell heard him muttering unintelligible things about something being "all-fired mean" and "Syl's con founded business," 51 STUDJ.!.-WT LIFE J li st at the gate his face cleared up into bright smiles, he rushed forward to greet the figure com ing from the opposite way with a hearty, "Well, well, old man, glad to see you. So is Sis. Here take her; I cheerfully withdraw in your favor," and poor Nell, ready to cry with vexation, found her self thrust into the custody of Sylvester Hall. "How kind of you!" Nell said in her most with ering tones, but Jack was bcyond her sarcasm, hav ing rushed forward to tell Mag what a narrow es cape she had had. Nothing could very well be done, so the two walked up to the door together, both sileut and un easy. Mag's welcomc was noisy, hearty and extremely embarrassing to her two guests whom she intro duced to the whole cro.vel as "Mr. and Mrs. Sylves ter Hall." Nell's deep blushed calleel forth only more merriment and more good-natured teasing. On the whole, Sylvester carried off the situation very well. He ackowledged the introduction with a light laugh and, "Too soon Mag, Mrs. Sylvester is only a dream now." Nell's face was a study as she looked up quickly to see ii anyone else had caught the hidden mean ing and then began to talk to Jim most industrious ly. Nell found herself unusually popular. Every one spoke to her of her coming marriage, and teased her unmercifully as numerous other prospective brides of Kent had been teased before. Mag's grandmother kissed her and told her how happy she ought to be to get a husband like Syl. Nell was so unenthusiastic about Syl's fine qualities that Mrs. Timmons shook her head sadly to Jane Martin and observed that "engaged couples didn't act like that when she was young." Syl was determined that he would 110t be the first to make their quarrel public, besides it would be kinder to Nell to allow the information to come 52 STUDENT LfFE from her, but strangely enough public-sentiment defying N ell found herself dreading gossip to a most ridiculous degree. Probably it was because she knew the gossips wouldn't deal very kindly with her. Minute after minute slipped away and still the startling information was not forthcoming. Only by the troubled, but defiant look in Nell's eyes could Sylvester tell that he was unforgiven. As the hour grew late, mysterious whisperings ran through the crowel, which culminated in a de mand for "the speech." With all formality and solemnity, the nearest chair was placed in the center of the room and eager hands helped \iVill Brown to mount the rather shaky platform. A mysterio us bundle was placed in his hands. "Friends and fellow citizens," he began w ith great oratorical effect, "we have met on this solemn oc:casion to t 2stify to !: he g reat affection which we, the young people of Kent, bear to two of the most interesting members of our community. "\Ve hope they fully realize the seriousness of the mistake they are about to make, but nevertheless, it becomes our duty to wish them the least possible sorrow that must befall as a consequence-" A slight movement of the chair warned him that it had been brought from the garret for the occa sion and that his speech must be short. "We have watched with keen interest the course of true love ever since Syl and Nell first looked into each other's eyes in the Sunday School kindergar ten-" Another warning from the chair; a readjust ment: "It is with the greatest pleasure in the world that we, the young people of Kent, present-oh gosh, Syl, catch it!" and \iVill reached the floor in an overbalanced heap amid the laughter and hon-i fled shrieks of his au dience. But the costly vase was safe in Sylvester's harids. "And some have vases thrust upon them," he 33 STUDENT LIFE laughed, handing the parcel to NeIl as the YOUIl g people crowded around to hear the expected words of appreciation. "I reaIIy don't know whether-I mean how to thank you," she stammered looking up with appeal ing eyes to beg Syl's help. "Of course, Nell and I can't express how deeply we appreciate this honor," NeIl's eyes were stiIl en couraging, "but it has certainly come as a surprise, a climax, so to speak!" A few moments later Syl started homeward with the vase under one arm and repentant NeIl under the other. -I. M. JllInt 1!inpprllr~ to mnW.60U "Say, Dawson, can't you debate?" The bunch of boys were gossiping in the lower halI as Daw son passed along. "Not so you'I1 notice it," he re torted, and was moving on again when, "Oh, that's what they all say! But the class try-outs are go ing to be held next week and we've simply got to have someone to help us out, "Well," he said, "you can't depend on me, as I can't debate and then I haven't the time." "Oh, come off! You've got more time than any of us," replied his classmate again. "Why, look at Bill, he's taking more work than you and then be sides he's trying out for the football team, too; yet he's going in to see if he can't help the class out, and so am I, and Jim here, too. Get in and get busy and you'I1 find that you have more time than you think you have." "No, fellows, I can't help you out any. There's too much work for the good you get out of it. That's what's the matter with all of the things of this kind. When I want to work for the fun of it I'll let you know." 54 STUDENT LIFE "Well, hayen't you any class loyalty to help us out if we need you?" asked the Bill of football as pirations. "Class loyalty? \l\That's that? You know I've heard a great deal about class loyalty since I came here, but for the life of me, I can't tell what it means. "Well, you're the limit. Don't you owe the school anything?" "N ot that I know of," he said, and moved on. George Dawson came to the A. C. some four years ago. His home v,'as in one of the smaller set tlements of the state, His father was a farmer of moderate means and, having had a good education himself, he wished to educate his son also. If George Dawson had followed his own natural in clinations he would not have come to college, but hi s father's advice prevailed. He came to Logan and registered here, as so many of us have done. But in choosing a place to stay he purposely sought out one where the col lege boy was conspicuous by his absence. He was rather backward in hi s disposition, slow to get ac quainted with other people, and during his first year at school he did not gain any very firm friends. His grades and his attendance at his classes were of such a nature that he received no special atten tion from students, teachers or attendance commit tee. Of the many school activities that do so much toward making our life here pl easant, none of them seemed to appeal to him. Of course, he usually went out to the games, but was never seen to get in and cheer or sing the school songs. He attended 0ne of the Student Bo dy dances, but one attempt seemed to satisfy him. All in all, his school life was as featureless and disinteresting as his interest in school affairs. His chief interest seemed to be in registering a few mild kicks. Coming up the hill one clay, he fell in with 35 STUDENT LIFE Professor X, his best friend at the College. Th~ teacher noticing his unusually glum look, laid his hand on his shoulder and said, "George, you look as if you had a grudge against something this morning. On an April day like this, you ought to feel glad that you're alive. What's the matter, any way?" ··It's this way, Professor. Mrs. Anderson, where I have been staying, is sick and I have to look up another place for the rest of the year." "Well, that isn't very serious. I know just the place you want. Just across the road from where I live. There are five other boys staying there and you will have good company." George didn't know so well about the company, but finding that the only place available, he had his things moved up. The day after he had moved the College base ball team won the most important league game of the year. That night there was the usual celebra tion that always occurs on the eve of a victory of the "Team" wherever two or more of the boys get together. Supper was finished and Lawrence Had ley, a senior, proposed a song or two to let off some of their surplus good feeling. A spontaneous ·'Here's to the School we love the best, A. C. D., our A. C. D. was his answer. At the conclusion of the song, Hadley looked at Dawson and said, "What's the matter, Dawson, why didn't you sing? Don't you feel li ke singing tonight?" "No, I can't say that I do," was his reply, and everyone looked at him to see whether he meant it or was just joking. "Don't you feel like singing? Why, what's the matter with you? Are you sorry we won? Are you sick?" Numerous other inquiries were hurled at him during the next few minutes without giving him a chance to reply. "It's like this," was his reply, when given time 56 STUDENT LIFE to answer, "I've never seen any sense in singing like a wild man fo r a thing like beating another school. " "Then, too," to excuse himself as he saw he had made a mistake, "I've never learned the words to any of the school songs." "\iV hat! Never learned the words to 'Maryland!' 'vV hy, we've sung that a hundred times in chapel and a thousand times at the games and other places," spoke up one of the boys. "Say, fellows, let's make him learn them," said another, "I believe he can sing." They gave him a handbook, and as he couldn't very ,,,,-ell get out of it, and besides had a good voice and knew the tune, he joined in with the rest. Again and again they went through the song, and each time George Dawson sang with more spirit than the last. That night and fo r the next week or so he of~en surprised himself in the act of singing this song or humming the tune. It seemed to stick in hi s head and, try as he would, he couldn't get it out. * * * The summer vacation, which he had looked for ward to for so long, was a di stinct disappointment to George Dawson. All summer he longed for something, but what it was he could not tell. At times he thought he was lonesome, but why, puzzled him. He had formed no friendships at school that he wished to return to, and all his friends were in his own home town. I-Ie worked and he played harder than ever before, but as the summer passed his restlessness increased. September came and he came back to school. He was a day late and on the train every stop brought new faces and sometimes old ones, all bound for the same place. He exchanged a nod and an occasional smile with a few of the old students he had known the year before. Most of the people on the train . were students going to school for the first time and there was, therefore, a ' decided lack of that spirit 52' STUDENT LIFE that characterizes a crowd of College boys any where. The train was a little late. As it drew in to the depot at Logan, a faint "A-G-G-I-E-S, Aggies," made George Dawson sit up in a way he had never known before. A feeling, strange and overpower ing, made him strain his ears for every sound. The cheer was followed by a deep silence, broken only by the rumble of the train. Then as the train drew to a stop, "Here's to the school we love the best, A. C. U., our A. C. U.," Sung by over fifty lusty-lunged boys, made the air ring. George Dawson sat as though frozen. The tears welled up in his eyes and it was only by the hardest kind of blinking that he kept them there. His clenched hands and straining face told of an emotion felt but rarely. vVhat made him do it he never could tell, but this boy who had won a name as an unsociable and loyalty-lacking student, gathered up his coat and suit-case, and with a shout was in the middle of the crowd of singing students on the platform. "Hello, Dawson," "Glad to see you back," "Get in and sing," and a dozen other salutations, each ac companied by a hearty hand-shake, from boys he had hardly known the year before made him feel that it was good to be there. He sang for all he was worth and when it came to a cheer he gave it with a vim that surprised himself. That night, to his own surprise and the surprise of the students who had known him the year be fore, he stayed on the sidewalks with the crowd, singing himself hoarse, and then, surprised of sur prises, he hunted up and installed himself in a house where nearly a dozen of the fellows were staying. He had found what he had been longing for all during the summer vacation. -If. P. 58 STUDENT L.lFE And so they buried Lincoln? Strange and vain! Has any creature thought of Lincoln hid In any vault, 'neath any cotlin lid, In all the years since that wild spring of pain? 'Tis false-he never in the grave was lain. You could not bury him altho' you slid Upon his clay the Cheops pyramid, Or heaped it with the Rocky Mountain chain. They slew themselves; they but set Lincoln free, In all the earth his great heart beats as strong. Shall beat while pulses throb to chivalry And bum with hate of ty ranny and wrong. Whoever will may find him, anywhere Save in the tomb, not there-he is not there. 39 STUDENT LIFE LITERARY ISSUE Published quarterly by the Student Body Organiza.tion of the Agricultural College of Utah, Logan, Utah EditoL ______. ______. __ . . ____ . L. M. Winsor, ' II Associate Editor _____ ..... ______. .. _. __ Lon. J. Haddock. '14 Business Mana.ger _____ . __ ._ ._ . ______. A. C. Cool ey, ' 11 ____ .. ____ _. ___ . Bess;e W. Day, '13 Contributing Editors ------. --. - -.---. Elda Havenor, ' II . --. { . __ __ . ______Veda Hunsaker, '13 _____ . ___ . ____ . __ Ivan Hobson, '13 Entered at the Post Office, Logan, Utah. as second-class matter under the act of March 3, 1898. VOL. IX. No. 2. 1£llitorial February, though the shortest month in the year, stands hi ghest in the scale when viewed by the t rue Americall; for she has given us the two men most beloved by our Nation. In honor of them we are calling this issu e of our magazine the February Number. In it we have not entered into long-de· tailed discussions of Washington, as the Father of his Country, or Lincoln as His Country's Savior, but we have endeavored by a few little touches on these subjects to arouse in the reader a fresh inter est in his country and in the men who have been most active in the fo unding and welding together of our Great R epublic. i\pprtrtattnn There are times when we feel that Providence especially favors us. But perhaps never has that g racious spirit been manifested more toward the Agricultural College than at the present time. If we consider all the good things that have come to us during the present legislative season, words, in their weakness, cannot express our thorough appre ciation. 1\1r. Smart, realizing that the time was op- 40 STUDENT LIFE TEOM/.S SMART portune, very considerately made his offer of $10,000 as the nucleus of a fund for a new gymnasium. In no better way could he, or any other citizen of the state, have expressed himself. Talk is cheap, but when a man will unceremon ously make an offer of $10,000 for the good of all, it certainly shows his feeling toward the interests involved. We are deeply indebted, not only to Mr. Smart, but also to Speaker Robinson and other legislators who contributed their labors and influence toward the bill which gave us a new gymnasium. Equaling in importance the Robinson bill was the passage of the Stookey bill, which gives to the Agricultural College 28 per cent of the state rev enues for higher education. This, in Dr. Widtsoe's opinion, is the greatest event in the history of edu cation in Utah. The enactment of this law will do away with the energy which, heretofore, has always been necessary in order to secure our annual main- tenance fund. - Unum. 41 STUDENT LIFE The Faculty of the A. C. writes poetry! Smile not, incredulous reader, 'tis even so. The mem bers of the Faculty muse with the muse. Soar in the realms of fancy beyond the pole of this sin-be sotted sphere, as it were. Indite indictments, so to speak. Rise on the wings of love, etc., etc. We have come to think of them as cold, calculating Men of Science, Delvers in the Depths, Teachers, Authors, Economists, and so on, but poets-perish the thought! and yet, "pity 'tis, 'tis pity." Within the red corpuscles of their blood the golden gleen of poesy glints and glistens, as it glides, glimmeringly, glorious, on its way. Feeling the need for more poetry in our maga zine, at the suggestion of Professor George-Cross ing-the-Delaware Thatcher, we set out on our pil grimage of solicitation among the high and mighty ones. Our first victim was Professor Arnold, the genial purveyor of linguistic lore. He was busily engaged in sorting a few choice Spanish conjuga tions from a German cook-book as we entered. vVould he write a verse apropos of Valentine's Day? He would. He laid his book aside. He selected a piece of paper. Instinctively, intuitively, all at once. and dashed off the following: MA CHER VALENTINE Come to this aching heart of mine, Cherchez La Femme, my Valentine! All conjugations I could miss, To have thee in conjugal bliss. Mein Deutscher Signorita, true, Bid me some daring deed to do. I'd hock my Sunday clothes, parbleu, I'd "Hoch Der Kaiser," love, for you! Professor Larsen, the Beau Brummel of the school, was next approached. He had not written any poetry in years. 0, yes, he used to do quite considerable of that sort of thing, but, well, would 42 STUDE] I?T LIFE we come back in say, half an hour? vVe would. Dr. Thomas was busy signing excuses for a num ber of delinquent students when we entered. Ulti mately we made our desire known, mentioning, in cidentally, that we were to call later for Professor Larsen's contribution. "'vVhat, Larsen wanted you to call back, and he a professor of English !" Humph, and needs an hour or so to write a few verses of poetry, humph. If he had any Welsh blooc! in his \' eins-but what's the use! Here I'll give you a few lines right off hanel." Reader, the lines are here: Valentine's Day is a glorious day, 'Tis the day w hen the birds seek their mates. And our hearts are full of emotion and things As we hear them chirping all over the state. And we send our Valentines to our friends '1'0 let them know we think of them, And some homeS are sad, and dreary, and things, Because no Valentines come to them. vVe reached for the sheet, and went feebly stag gering down the hall. Doctor Stewart was hurry ing along, but stopped at our call and-rather im patiently-await ed our coming. " Doctor," we said, "Doctor, we "vant some poetry from you to rtln in our magazine." He smiled-O, such a smile! "Now isn't that a coincidence? Here I was just on my way to Professor Thatcher to have him set a little music to a refrain I just made up out of my own head." We assured him our readers would thor oughly appreciate its worth, regardless of the tune, besides, why should Thatcher get in on the credit for such a production? That clinched the argu ment, and carefully, lovingly, he drew from his pocket the following spasm. We reproduce it, title and all, as he had written it: THE CHEMIST'S APPEAL TO HIS AFFINITY I will be your heart's .own atom If you'll be my Molec.ule. 45 STUDENT LIFE Avogadro's pet hypothesis ,~\ We'll make our golden rule. Atoms alone, have no valence, my own. At least such should be the rule. So, I will be your heart's own atom If you'll be my Molecule. Professor Larsen now overtook us with his "ef- fort" : 0, mystic maid, thy form divine, I fain would with these arms entwine. Ten thousand, thousand muses spring To speed the rhapsody I sing. For thee I'd sound the soundless deep. For thee I'd alp the alpine steep. For thee I'd pledge my hope of heaven. I'd almost give up English seven. 'We were getting on famously, so we next ac costed Professor Peterson, of the Geolo-Mathe matics division. He set down the Ichyopopopular voteforsenator of the Tertiary period which he had been examining, and after a few brief moments of mental concentration, turned out the following con centrate: Fourteenth of February, Nineteen Eleven. Four years ago it was Nineteen and Seven. One year ago it was Nineteen and Ten. And in Nineteen and Twelve 'twill be Valen tine's again. "How's that?" he fairly shouted as he smiled horizontally-pardon, we meant broodly. "Fine, fine." We lied, as we hastily beat a retreat. President Widtsoe remained unsolicited and thither-notice that word-and thither, we bent our steps. He positively refused to favor us, and we left him to his studies. N ext morning he phoned us-it being Sunday-and informed us that he had a joyous surprise for us. We went up to the col lege after it. This is the surprise: 44 STUDENT LIFE TO THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW STROPHE. The snow is in the valleys, and the snow is on the mountains. And in the spring 'twill melt into a thousand run- ning fountains. Swirling in and out, And whirling all about, And it makes me feel as happy, happy, happy, I could shout. APOSTROPHE. Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling is the snow. I t is falling in the mountains, and the valleys here below, And we have naught to fear, Although the snow is here. If we just learn to conserve it, we'll have dandy crops next year. VVe had left the college and were just prepar ing to descend the hill, when we heard a shout. Looking back, we saw Doctor Frederick frantically waving his hand. We retraced our steps to where he stood. "Say," he said, "I understand you are wanting some poetry for the magazine?" "Yes," we answered, "we do need a little." "Well," he said, "I just run this out last night. If you want it, you're welcome to it." Now we pride ourselves that we will do anything once, hence, we give you the "Rights and Lefts of the Bacteria." A Baccilli and a Caccos o'er some media had a fight. "I'll get it all," the caccos said, "and you'll get left, all right. "YOtt 'II see," said the Bacilli, as he plied his flagella deft. "If you get what I leave, all right," "you'll find all right, your left." And to think-men who write such poetry as this are forced to slave away their lives endeavor- 45 STUDENT LIFE ing to educate the young when they should be in ------well, we'll leave the decision to you as to just where they should be. Fatty Green was te!ling J abez White, our old school teacher, just how the Constitution of the United States differed from the life of Jesse James. It was dry talk and Jimmie Bowen was about half asleep. His head drooped lower and lower, and at last pillowed itself on the dog-eared, thumb marked old blue spelling book. The schooner, Nancy Jane, was slowly steam ing out of New York harbor, with Admiral Jameo. Bowen on the bridge. The Nancy Jane was under secret orders from the president of the United States to go to the island of Madagascar and wait off the east coast, for the crew of vicious, blood thirsty pirates that infested that part of the water. Admiral Bowen, the youngest admiral and the most brilliant and dashing officer of the navy, had been selected for the undertaking on account of his reputation for daring and for care and excellent judgment in time of peril. Arrived at the encl of the journey, the schooner dropped anchor in front of a rocky peninsula, half a mile from shore. Every night a double watch was kept and orders given to report personally to the admiral any vessel that was seen. Four clays passed. On the night of the fifth day the sea was 46 STUDENT LIFE running high, the wind blew a furious gale and dark clouds flitted pa ~ t the moon at full. Suddenly the forward watch shouted: "Ship Ahoy." The admiral was on deck in a second. "Where away?" he shouted. "North by west over our bow sprit," sang the lookout. Admiral Bowen seized his night glasses and focused them upon the strange vessel and studied it long and intently. He lowered them, and turning to his boatswain, said: "Order all men on deck immediately." The deck was soon crowded with anxious sailors, all curious to know what ob ject the admiral had in calling them at such an hour. Turning to them, he said: ., Boys, we've got work to do tonight and plenty of it. The boat you see, is loaded with the blood-thirstiest bunch of pirates that ever sailed these waters. It's our job to wipe them off the face of the sea tonight, and that's Wily we're here." Then turning sharply to his officers, he said: "Make ready the cannon. Arm each man with a carbine and have plenty of ammunition ready. Fast work and lots of it." He instructed the helms man to steer straight for the pirate ship, and gave the order: "Half speed ahead," to the engineer. vVhen the schooner arrived within hailing dis tance of the alien boat the admiral shouted, "Ship ahoy. Who are you?" No answer. He repeated his question; still no answer. By this time they were close to the dark and silent boat and rapidly drawing nearer. As the Nancy Jane scraped the side of the pirate vessel, a horde of bushy-bearded, swarthy-faced men sprang for the bulwark of the schooner. "Down with them, men!" shouted the . admiral, and the fight was on. Bullets flew in every direction. Men lay groaning and dying all over the deck, in pools of blood. The young admiral, his sword in his right hand, plunged into the thick of the fight. Man after man went down under his powerful strokes. The day was almost won. Suddenly the admiral was grasped from behind 47 STUDENT LIFE by two powerful pirates. A third sprang up from the inside of a coil of rope with an evil-looking knife in his hand. The commander exerted his great strength in a mad effort to wrest himself from the grasp of the enemy, but he was held as firmly as if he were in an iron vise. The third pirate stood over him, knife in hand. "Say your prayers if yon want to," he hissed, "for your time has come." He raised his arm to strike and-- The whole school room was laughing horribly. Jimmie Bowen rubbed his eyes and looked around. Old Jabez White was standing over him, rod in hand. "James, you should go to bed at night in· stead of being out playing 'Run, sheep, run,' and you might be able to stay awake in school." "Ah-h," breathed James as he gave a big sigh and began turning- the pages of the old blue spell- ing book. -Socks, EngHsh 5. wn tijr (@uittrr When an opportunity comes gliding down your way Grab it; Don't run for your burrow at the first sound of the fray Like a rabbit, Take a chance, it's up to you, Brace yourself and see it through. It's great to show what you can do. Get the habit. Notice that the man who always makes his way in life, Is the "Doer." You'll never get a girl to consent to be your wife Till you woo her. Courting fortune's much the same, Differs only in the name, Try it on with the old Dame, You'll win out sure. Lots of fellows making good; can't you do the same? Sure you can. Just keep on a sawin' wood, stay r~ht with the game Like a man. Have confidence that you can win, Take off your coat and work like sin, Man without, and God within, That's the plan. -LON J. HADDOCK. 48 National Bank Protection Means a great deal to you as a depositor. 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